“You have been chosen, young one.” The mentor said, eyebrows drawn down somberly.
“I’m the chosen one? Wow!” The child’s eyes lit up.
There’s only so much reading about theory you can do before you have to get stuck in and do the work.
It was Fen’s condition that landed him this “assignment” at the Mars Extra-Human Terraforming Colony No. 214. They used a lot of words when naming this facility, but somehow they left out the operative one: Penal.
“Nukes! That’s the only answer.” Croaked a withered man in a wheelchair sitting opposite the President of the United States…